It's Too Bad Poem by Crystal Tutson

It’s too bad you saw me as a threat,
That you put all your money on a win and lost the bet.
It’s too bad I took something you thought was exclusively yours alone
That the trust you had intimately had been tampered with and now gone.
It’s too bad you feel a need to hate on me in any capacity
That belittling me could possibly make you happy
It’s too bad our friendship couldn’t grow from the thorn in our side
That we couldn’t get over the bump and walk together in stride
It’s too bad that lust came in an unidentified package
Not even UPS or FEDEX were able to pinpoint or track it.
It’s too bad that life can sometimes be too bad
But at least I know that it was something that I desired and had!